Smilecence
Today it rained(as in it really rained), bringing back old memories of a carefree childhood. I was at Mr Wong's house when a shower came and brought refreshing life to the woods that have been drying up for some time. It kinda held us back with our plans so we ended up watching 'Love me if you dare'. I have been thinking of buying the vcd and so it felt great I get to watch it today. The movie bought me a passage to a decade ago.When I was a child.
It was a world of no worries. One of innocent laughters, joyful smiles and imagination. A world of make believe. I went to my grandfather's house later in the evening, amiably welcomed by a little kid we call 'en en'. We share no relation by blood but one of my autie has been babysitting him for years and so he kinda developed a special kind of bond with us. In his eyes, everything seems simple. There is a time to eat, when adults will happily feed him with a smile. So long as he behaves himself, meal time is a bonding session. There is excitement in the most mundane of stuffs. Screams of joy over a flying train, endless giggles to go with an innocent prank. He hops around and runs all over the living room, thrilled by what only his imaginative eyes could conceive. In his world, he is a hero out of animations. A soldier like his father. A little boy who would fly through the clouds and sparrow into fantasy. He enjoys what he does because he only does what is fun or interesting. What people around him says, he could comprehend little. He smiles vibrantly at anything people would say of him, of his mischieve. Happiness is the only thing that rules his day.
I was once like him. Each and everyone of us were once like him. Untouched and pure. We were not born here where we are now. Rather, its a land of fairy tales where we share our beginning. We were born to celebrate life with a milky white soul.
Yet, the realities of life. Yes, realities: The pseudo-standards of life .Unquestioned comformities. Imposed beliefs. Code of conduct and so many many more. They bring us out from out fairy tale land into where we 'belong'-civilised society. Where there is a standard path our life should follow between our moment of birth and hour of death. Beyond which we fail to see social acceptance. Beyond which we become not individuals but non-comformist. Beyond which we begin to see ourselves fraying away from the rest. The rest of society where our friends families and dear ones are. At the end, we walk alone. Separated from the unforgiving harshness of realities. A social reject. Unable to return to our fairy tale because of what we have seen in the real world. Ironically disillusioned? Or simply too weak to let go of the past?
~Life is a walking shadow.~
It was a world of no worries. One of innocent laughters, joyful smiles and imagination. A world of make believe. I went to my grandfather's house later in the evening, amiably welcomed by a little kid we call 'en en'. We share no relation by blood but one of my autie has been babysitting him for years and so he kinda developed a special kind of bond with us. In his eyes, everything seems simple. There is a time to eat, when adults will happily feed him with a smile. So long as he behaves himself, meal time is a bonding session. There is excitement in the most mundane of stuffs. Screams of joy over a flying train, endless giggles to go with an innocent prank. He hops around and runs all over the living room, thrilled by what only his imaginative eyes could conceive. In his world, he is a hero out of animations. A soldier like his father. A little boy who would fly through the clouds and sparrow into fantasy. He enjoys what he does because he only does what is fun or interesting. What people around him says, he could comprehend little. He smiles vibrantly at anything people would say of him, of his mischieve. Happiness is the only thing that rules his day.
I was once like him. Each and everyone of us were once like him. Untouched and pure. We were not born here where we are now. Rather, its a land of fairy tales where we share our beginning. We were born to celebrate life with a milky white soul.
Yet, the realities of life. Yes, realities: The pseudo-standards of life .Unquestioned comformities. Imposed beliefs. Code of conduct and so many many more. They bring us out from out fairy tale land into where we 'belong'-civilised society. Where there is a standard path our life should follow between our moment of birth and hour of death. Beyond which we fail to see social acceptance. Beyond which we become not individuals but non-comformist. Beyond which we begin to see ourselves fraying away from the rest. The rest of society where our friends families and dear ones are. At the end, we walk alone. Separated from the unforgiving harshness of realities. A social reject. Unable to return to our fairy tale because of what we have seen in the real world. Ironically disillusioned? Or simply too weak to let go of the past?
~Life is a walking shadow.~
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